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Here I am going for a stroll at 60 mph on a boxcar in central Tennessee, April 1977.

I tell you guys, there is nothing like it, to be sitting in the open door of a boxcar in the middle of Kansas at midnight, train doing 70 mph, your legs swaying in the breeze, your buddy handing you a pint of Jack Daniels, looking out at the wheat fields shining in the moonlight, the stars shining brightly in the big sky, the clackety clack as the steel wheels roll over the rails.

It is a wonderful thing to do.